Jan 17, 2006 12:27
I don't think there's anything for me to look forward to in the next. . . year and a half, I'd say.
I really need to frickin' get some work done so I can pass my classes. It seems simple enough, but it's hard for me. Please don't say anything in response to that statement. I don't care what everyone thinks, because it's hard for me. Probably not for you, which is good 'cuz you'll excel in life, but for me it really is.
I can drive people now, as of Saturday, but it doesn't matter because my parents are making all of these crazy new rules. Like, if I'm late for school, we won't give Steve a ride home after he comes over.
There has been death and rebirth in my house. My dell desktop died, as you know--and now our kitchen is being demolished and rebuilt. It's so cold in my room now, without my desktop--really cold and really dark. I don't like it much now. And we don't have a kitchen for a while, but I kind of like it. All of our food and stuff is packed into our dining room, pantry-type stuff on a small set of shelves in the living room. In the dining room, we have a mini-fridge, microwave, coffee-maker and an icebox. There's food spread out on the dining table, too. The kitchen is empty. It's plain and simple, with a light wood floor, and I like being in there. Everything feels simpler.
Our old appliances and some of the cabinets are in our back yard. The stove's cords are hanging out, and the fridge has been dismantled, doors laying nearby in the snow or propped against the fridge's sides. The drawers have been ripped out and may or may not still be somewhere in the heap. It's almost depressing, seeing seventeen years of my life disemboweled and thrown out into the cold. I should take pictures. But maybe if I don't, I'll forget about it and it'll go away. . .
Most of my friends are excited because seniors graduate a month or so early, so I keep my fists clenched in silent prayer that I'll be graduating with my class.
I don't think summer will really matter, though, because I should probably get a full-time job, and Steve will probably be going away to Russia or whatever, anyway. He's going away to Jamaica next vacation, I think. I really hate it when he goes away. It really makes me just want to try to fall asleep for all of vacation. . .
Laurel always ends up away, too, and Kep ends up somehow irritated with me, or just forgetting about me. It's really depressing. Every day I sleep in until mid-afternoon, hoping someone will call--I end up hanging out with my fun, generic, Needham friends maybe once or twice, and feel really unfulfilled when vacation ends.
Speaking of ending, class just did.